It's official...he's off in the ocean and he's doing it all by himself. I try to pretend that it doesn't stress me out to see him attempt to walk through the waves out into the deeper water without me, assume the boogey-board-rider position and wait for the perfect wave, only to see him tumble under the waves and come up with a fat, bloody lip, but let's be honest here...it does...everytime. I'm sure that will get easier or he'll just get better. Anyhow, I've never seen him so proud.
And just for the record...by the end of our beach visit yesterday, there were no more bloody lip episodes. See...he gets better.
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